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With a final peck, Justin slips from my arms and slides off the bed. I watch with half-lidded eyes, my head propped up on my palm, as Justin makes a quick detour to the trashcan in the bathroom and then returns to settle into his reading chair.
He takes his cock in his hand and coaxes it back to full hardness.
"Ready for another round?"
I don't respond as readily to that question. I could curl up and sleep for the next fifteen hours.
Easily…
"Best get it out of our systems while we can," Justin smirks. "In about six months these all night fuck fests are going to be traded in for all nighters of another kind…"
Well, when he puts it like that.
I stretch out like a panther, pointing my toes and flexing my arms before crawling to the edge of the bed and climbing to my feet.
"Come here, baby."
He pats his thigh with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. He slips the c-ring back on, and I hadn’t even known he’d taken it off when he was on his knees behind me. My eyes are glued to the thick black ring encircling his base and the connected band that puts his balls on prominent display.
This is just—
"Can I suck you?" I hear myself asking as if in a trance. My mouth is watering.
"Such a good boy," Justin coos, "asking permission before he gets on his knees." His smile is lascivious. He shakes his head and pats his lap. "But no, not right now. I want you to sit on my cock."
"Please?"
Hunger flashes across Justin’s face.
"No," he growls. "Sit. On. My. Cock."
Shivers wrack my body at the firmness of his tone. He reaches for the lube and dribbles another stream straight into his tip, then strokes his dick in his loosely held fist.
I place my hand on his shoulder and spread my knees over his lap, but Justin stops me with his palm on my chest, shaking his head no.
"Uh-huh," he admonishes. "Turn around. Back to front. Face the mirror, pet."
It's like a current of arousal buzzing through my body at the term of endearment. My eyes roll up in the back of my head.
"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"
Fuck yeah, I did.
"Justiiiiin," I whine, and I know I'm whining. But I can't help it. Because the thought of watching myself fuck him…It’s one more barrier crashing down between the me frombeforeand the me Iwantto be.
This me likes a cock—no. This me loves Justin’s cock in my ass so much that I'm going to watch it happen. I can't close my eyes and simply float along in my feelings. I'm going to look in the mirror and embrace that these wants and needs are a part of me.
This isn't even just kink. It's straight out of a porno. Things that happen in pornos aren't the type of sex that happens in real life.
But apparently, it is because, with Justin’s hands on my hips, I turn around until my back is facing Justin’s front. I bend my knees and reach between my legs to take Justin’s dick in my hand. Then I hold him steady while Juston holds me, and together, we lower my body onto his cock.
We moan together like a symphony.
"Such a good boy, taking my cock."
There's no burn when I take him inside, unfortunately. I love the heat at the beginning of sex when, no matter how much time he puts into prepping me, I'm never quite stretched enough to take his cock. But I’m throbbing with oversensitivity from the orgasm he just gifted me with his mouth, and that’s an entirely different sort of ache.
My cock doesn’t have the strength to get back in the game, but that’s not stopping it from trying, and I’m almost dizzy with the conflicting need to run away from the renewed attention to my person and the desire to make the stinging blaze of overstimulation last forever.
